As Christmas is approaching I have been thinking about this really weird Christmas we went to a few years ago. One of DH’s aunties insisted on hosting a family thing a few weeks before. We drove the 4 hours or so to get there, saying we’d arrive at 6pm. In the end, we got there about 6.10… to find that everyone had eaten. They’d dished up on the dot of 6 and then wolfed it down. They were very hospitable in serving us the leftovers, so much so that the auntie jumped out her seat and actually waited on us, then once we had a plate of food she left to do the washing up. It was so so weird and I sometimes wonder if something was lost in translation somewhere